With Hammock in Hand

When you're looking for the perfect piece of furniture, there's only one answer. 

I discovered hammocks in Guatemala in 2003, and as I boarded the plane to head back to America, I had my first hammock tucked away in my checked bag. It wasn't perfect, the woven twisted plastic creation, but it was delightful. I hung it up in my apartment bedroom, eye bolts digging deep into the 2x4 wall supports. 

As I returned to Guatemala through the years, I brought back more than my fair share of them. In fact, I even sold and gave them to various friends. 

When I moved to an apartment that was an old Virginia tire factory, we had three hammocks hanging up in our living room and one in my room. 

Cotton, plastic, nylon taffeta. They're all beautiful.